Raining in my heart
A cleansing of the old..
Renewing of a start
A beacon of hope has begun exactly where I stand..
it’s not in the big things
Nor the mountain tops high..
It’s the steady and
The slow in the things we don’t know..
the moments in between
The quiet unseen..
where the bones are scattered
The feet are crushed
And all the craziness is silenced and hushed..
The bones come together as the rain gently flows..
reshaping and transforming hope as it grows
I welcome the broken,
the scars and the pain-
my heart keeps growing
it’s never in vain..
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